Chapter 1
My sister was on vacation in Europe, celebrating her third wedding anniversary.
She asked me what gift I wanted, and I asked for an anonymous phone card from abroad.
Holding the phone card, I stood in the empty hotel room and let out a tired sigh.
Then I put on the lace, sheer nightgown I had bought specifically for the plan.
I looked into the mirror and faked hickeys on my collarbone and neck.
The hickeys were scattered, as if I had been passionately and forcefully claimed by a man in desire.
Half of the nightgown’s strap was also “torn” by the “man.”
Finally, I looked in the mirror again and slowly smudged my lipstick.
Then I sat on the bed and faked the impression that someone had slept on the other half.
I closed my eyes and set the camera for a timed photo.
Three, two, one.
The woman in the photo seemed to have just been intimate and was now defenselessly asleep.
I stared at the photo for a long time, and James Efron’s notorious reputation in the business world came to my mind.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
A heartless capitalist who wouldn’t hesitate to devour others.
But what I was most familiar with was his perpetually cold and indifferent face.
He was handsome, but all his affection was reserved for my sister.
I had prepared myself for the worst.
Even if James Efron had no feelings for me, a man would hardly tolerate his wife’s betrayal.
He would probably take revenge on me.
But in the end, he would be disgusted and furious and divorce me.
As long as I could get a divorce, that was all I wanted.
I closed my eyes and pressed the send button.
On the phone screen was the text message, sent with a casual tone —
“Dude, she’s hot. Why don’t you just divorce her and let me have her?”
I also attached the photo.
The message was sent successfully.
